The Morning Canteen Drama
So, it’s been like
ages since I saw him for the last time. It feels weird now. Before I thought
there’s no way I can find him interesting. No way. But that’s changed.
You’re from outer space; you’re every minute of my every day. No, that’s
just a line from Michael Buble’s “Everything,” not my feeling description or something. I mean, we don’t
even know each other and I’m not sure there’s a chance for that.
Memories about him are
only canteen in the morning, my not-yet-finished homework, hot tea or coffee,
and sounds when he and couple of friends were making their way to their own
corner in the canteen. I believe that I know sounds of their steps well that I
always stopped doing my job as I heard them approaching. Probably they’d just
attended a 7.30 am class and decided to have a glass of drink while waiting for
the next class.
It might sound funny,
but I have to admit that I always looked at him and told myself: nothing is
special about this guy. He looks… totally normal. The Morning Canteen Drama
continued for… I don’t know… a whole semester? And now abruptly he’s been one
of chit-chat topics. Hhmm… you know
what? I think I start to miss my morning drama.
And in this crazy
life
And through this
crazy times
It’s you, it’s you,
you make me sing
You’re every line,
you’re every word
You’re everything
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Pathetic Poetic
Dari Kejauhan
Aku sangat tidak suka berada di sampingnya,
memandangnya,
bercakap-cakap dengan dia
Masalahnya, setiap kali itu terjadi
jantungku jadi berdetak jauh, jauh, jauh lebih cepat tak terkendali
seakan-akan aku habis meminum bergalon-galon kopi.
Karena itu, aku lebih baik menjauh saja:
melihatnya tertawa,
menghitung tarikan napasnya,
mengira-ngira jarak antara aku dan dia.
Cukup itu saja.
Truth be Told
Started with a circle and spinning bottle
Then, questions…
So came the worst,
the most unexpected one:
“WHO?”
Blushing and wishing I were somewhere else
coz the truth was in the circle
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